Poem for Saturday

Spring is like a perhaps hand
by e.e. cummings

III

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and fro moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.


made my morning by pointing out ringwraith riding cock! You have to go look!

Today: Must do lots of work. It was thunderstorming all morning and they cancelled soccer but now the sun is out which is not helping. Tomorrow: Must do lots of work before going to Baltimore for Mother's Day, which is more about my mother than me but I will get taken out for a nice dinner and will hopefully get to go into the aquarium and commune with the rays if we have time after the Jewish Museum.

is STILL the very worst influence a girl can have. I love her madly.